I'm Home
I'm home niggas, This time it's for good, And it's time, This time I'ma do it for the hood
I'm home niggas, This time it's for good, And it's time, This time I'ma do it for the hood
Huckery puckery, They can't fuck with me
That's why when I go to the booth, They can't come with me
The reason when I go to the store, The're not not company
My bills too big, The'res is too small, It's not fun to me
How do you live life like that, Without luxury
Since you wanna come with me, Here, Hold to my luggage b
Hey clerk yea, Them D&G's 2 pairs
Something luxurious, Test drive
It's time let's ride
Let's ride, Out on them niggas
Hit another left turn, Let's bounce on them niggas
While they breaking nickles, Burn a whole ounce on them niggas
I don't care who house, I burn it down you niggas
Aah, I'm hungry, Fuck a deal I'm selling flamingo's
Every Domingo meet where Tito and them be lunching
If a nickle get sold in the park, You know I'm grubbing
If a nigga get slumped in the dark, I ain't do nothing
Yea, On the low, Between me and you
He had the thing on 'em, I had the thing too
We ain't going to details, You know what them things do
He could've shot first, His ass should've shot first
He could've been living, My ass would've got mirked
But who gone tell you the story of who should've shot duh
I'm Hard White Life, Mr. Put it on her, Then I put it on her, Then I put it on her
Goner, Bang a bitch on to the next one
I'm on 'em, Flame the strip, Cop the car when the checks come
A sona, Cremate it when I'm on, Turn the heads up
It's karma, Play the strip til my sons father's a dead one
Go harder, Stay on the strip til it get boring and the bread come
For the Incarcerated, I got you just ya head up
Call 'em, We not stopping, Mother fuck when the Fed's jump
Til the top of the morning, Shot Squad to the Bushwick parks and benches.
I'm in 370, I'm in 811, I'm in 390, When I'm not in C 73
I'm in 849, I'm in 24 ha, I'm in 869, When I'm not in C 73
I'm in 131, I'm in 140 Moore, I'm in 130, When I'm not in C 74
And since I'm from Bushwick, And that's in Brooklyn
When I'm kicked out the Beacon, I'm in O.B.C.C
Yea, I just wanted to shout out all the apartments
I'm home now, Hard White is at his hardest
I'm home now, This time it's for good
I'm home and it's time, This time it's for that hood
So I'ma go in and I ain't coming back out
Next time I go in I'm not coming back out
Let me finish what I started, I'm just starting to finish
I'ma kill the game, Hello, It's been a minute
I'm home niggas, This time it's for good, And it's time, This time I'ma do it for the hood
Huckery puckery, They can't fuck with me
That's why when I go to the booth, They can't come with me
The reason when I go to the store, The're not not company
My bills too big, The'res is too small, It's not fun to me
How do you live life like that, Without luxury
Since you wanna come with me, Here, Hold to my luggage b
Hey clerk yea, Them D&G's 2 pairs
Something luxurious, Test drive
It's time let's ride
Let's ride, Out on them niggas
Hit another left turn, Let's bounce on them niggas
While they breaking nickles, Burn a whole ounce on them niggas
I don't care who house, I burn it down you niggas
Aah, I'm hungry, Fuck a deal I'm selling flamingo's
Every Domingo meet where Tito and them be lunching
If a nickle get sold in the park, You know I'm grubbing
If a nigga get slumped in the dark, I ain't do nothing
Yea, On the low, Between me and you
He had the thing on 'em, I had the thing too
We ain't going to details, You know what them things do
He could've shot first, His ass should've shot first
He could've been living, My ass would've got mirked
But who gone tell you the story of who should've shot duh
I'm Hard White Life, Mr. Put it on her, Then I put it on her, Then I put it on her
Goner, Bang a bitch on to the next one
I'm on 'em, Flame the strip, Cop the car when the checks come
A sona, Cremate it when I'm on, Turn the heads up
It's karma, Play the strip til my sons father's a dead one
Go harder, Stay on the strip til it get boring and the bread come
For the Incarcerated, I got you just ya head up
Call 'em, We not stopping, Mother fuck when the Fed's jump
Til the top of the morning, Shot Squad to the Bushwick parks and benches.
I'm in 370, I'm in 811, I'm in 390, When I'm not in C 73
I'm in 849, I'm in 24 ha, I'm in 869, When I'm not in C 73
I'm in 131, I'm in 140 Moore, I'm in 130, When I'm not in C 74
And since I'm from Bushwick, And that's in Brooklyn
When I'm kicked out the Beacon, I'm in O.B.C.C
Yea, I just wanted to shout out all the apartments
I'm home now, Hard White is at his hardest
I'm home now, This time it's for good
I'm home and it's time, This time it's for that hood
So I'ma go in and I ain't coming back out
Next time I go in I'm not coming back out
Let me finish what I started, I'm just starting to finish
I'ma kill the game, Hello, It's been a minute
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Writer(s): Hard White
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